when you fall in love and you’re a heaux

when i first began down this career path (yes i said that) i often heard that “i wasn’t made for this,” a friend and a client assessed. i asked my friend why she said that, and she said because i stop working when i fall in love. the client, one of my first who took advantage of my ignorance, thought the same because, of course, i was so kind and polite and overly generous as a baby whore. i still suffer from my kindness and generosity as i embark on a milestone in this industry:  but that’s because kindness is my nature.

at the time i was being told i was not made for this work because love made me want to focus on my man. or because i was nice, then, like now, it puts a bad taste in my mouth. the idea that a whore should not love is one of the myths that plague us and was ultimately the cause of downfall in my client relationship last year.

to put it to you plainly, stop viewing whores and other sex workers as anything less than human. we are allowed to fall in love. our jobs do not make us any less human than you are when you fall in love with your bosses, teachers, doctors, or over that tired ass nigga that has never done shit for you. when you think of us with this glaring prejudice, it embraces stigmatic attitudes towards us and continues to make our work and lives harder. laws that govern our bodies and our human and labor rights are violated by this attitude that we are somehow immune to being loved and being loving.

[but entitled clients do make us turn into some stone cold bitches. just like any other business, where you learn that you can’t let your customer base take advantage of you so, GAME FACE!]

i thought to write about this because of that fuckin senegalese again. i wrote about him in another post. and i am way too lazy to hunt it down and link it. but the point is that i allowed him to once again piss me off. and while i don’t love him, things he said to me kind of killed my spirit. it made me go into a midday depression sleep. i contemplated my existence, my worth, how i am as a woman; and if being #singleforlife is actually what i want. in other words the nigga killed my whore vibe. mfka told me i was #hardtolove among some other straight BUUUUULLLLSHIT.

womenhardtolove

and this is why i hate men and the power they hold. or how the idea of wanting to find love can be a thorn in my fuckin side. i hate meeting anyone or loving anyone outside of my sister wives because men are TRASH. they ruin everything. i have found that most men i have encountered have done little to uplift me. the best use i’ve had of men have been when i focus on my whoring. in other words, get that money bitch!

love is a distraction, at least for me. when i decide i want to try and give someone my feelings, all i want is that person. and being in the sex industry should not absolve me from these feelings. you mfkz watch way too much TV.  let me say it again, sex is a job. just like when you meet someone and fall in love and all you want to do is spend day and night with them and not want to go to work, it’s the same fuckin thing when you are a whore! where do you people get your fucked up ideals anyway? edit to add: it comes from the patriarchal misogynistic idea that men can fuck women and discard them without loving them. for many men, sex does not equate to love. and whores are unlovable because society in general has sexual suppression. and the madonna/whore complex is still rampant in our culture, embedded via religious ideology. so any woman that can have sex with strangers is dirty. and somehow taking money for sex makes it even more filthy. but mainly, this bullshit idea that SWers can’t fall in love is because the patriarchy views any kind of bold bitch that says fuck the system as an outcast anyway. so stop loving the bitch. and in turn she can’t love you cause she’s really a fuckin robot)

in a perfect world i’d be able to be a whore, make this money, and my man would not think i am dirty or unworthy of being loved because of it. and i’d still be able to love him the same because just as a shrink gives you their mental energy and goes home to their spouses and is able to give them a different love energy, i can do the same while being a sex worker.

but love is a major distraction. and it pains me to want to experience someone outside of work while trying to dominate this industry as an older black woman. the good thing about this last stint at trying to have something with someone (albeit a worthless fuckin liar), is that this time i practiced a little mindful detachment. i liked him just enough to try to hold on, but not enough to not tell him to fuck off and accept his dismissal of me as a gift.

i am worthy of being loved.

and it’s ok if i fall in love and want to tell my work to fuck it. who tf doesn’t do that? who isn’t distracted by the wonders of what a new found potential life or long-term/short-term partner can bring? who hasn’t been mystified by the wonders of new aura, energy and romanticize feelings?

yo, miss me with that i’m a whore so i can’t fall in love shit. sex work is a job title. it doesn’t make us any less human. we love. we have families, partners, feelings, motives. i just can’t fuck with it when i’m trying to survive, because men are trash. and when love shatters, no matter who your partner is, love can be trash too. i legit don’t have time for it. i need to make this money. so to the 2 bums i’ve had to cut loose on my trip around the world, good riddance bitch. i questioned my sanity for about 2 seconds. now let me go suck this dick.

dedicated to blair.

BH

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The truth about whoring

I write to you from the land down under. On a quest to experiment whether or not being a whore in a white white world will indeed make a difference than if i were say, in a melting pot where anyone at any time could have the kind of woman they want.

As some of you may or may not know, i haven’t really whored in quite some time. not since i allowed myself to fall in the pits of the whore goddesses hell and fell madly in love with a client who smashed my heart and killed my soul. the comeback was fuckin hard.

but as i go through a sort of midlife crisis, i decided to take a journey across waters to find myself and regain my inner soul as the bitch willing to suck as many dicks to defeat poverty.

first off, fuck all of you who say this shit is easy. are you fuckin kidding!

my first client in oz was of a guy with a penis so small he couldn’t get it in me. and because of my slight eagerness to finish up this quick session, i forgot to tell him to shower first and had to endure the smell of his wrenk balls. now as you go ewww and judge me, remember this: 1. half you heaux don’t get paid to suck wrenk dick. you do it for free and the mothafucka may not even respect you in the morning. this one will be coming back to give me more of his hard earned cash. (of course i will make him shower first). And 2. Nurses may not suck dick (yes this is a stab at someone in particular #salty), but they come in contact with some intimate parts of their patients. The only thing that separates me and a  nurse are benefits and respectability within the corrupt/hypocritical society we live in. And just to add, half you bitches get your pussy waxed and it’s more intrusive than my pap smear, so fuck you. i endured his tiny dick for less than 30 min and i was $200 richer.

second client, a black man, wanted to know how to make his dick bigger. lord the myth of the big black dick. poor thing. i had to ensure him that he not only is able to get an erection, his erection was a good hard one. he needed to focus more on pleasing his partner and having mindful contact. it’s how ya move it. and if you are into each other. he took all 30 minutes to come because of course, he just had sex not that long ago. bastard. i personally feel like a loser if i can’t get them in and out in 15 min. but c’est la whoring.

the night is still young here. yes, almost 4am. and my eyes are burning. but i journeyed far. no rest for the wicked. i’ll be fuckin all night.

BH

*shout out to all my whores on the ground that made this shit possible! you da real MVP+

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Whore Logic video: PEPSI

That debauchery of a Pepsi commercial got everyone riled up. Even me. And if you come in here talking about, “let’s speak on more important issues.”  I am going to toss you out the door. Why would you even be in here if it weren’t important? Right? Right!

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When even condom brands don’t even want to be bothered with the whores

You would think a condom brand as large as Trojan would be the likely party to position themselves in the fight for sexual health. Especially when it’s pertaining to sex workers. You know the vectors of disease? The harlots that just don’t like to use condoms? Instead they have proven that they could take our money but could careless. Here is some convo on what happened when my director at Desiree Alliance reached out to them:

Yesterday, I tweeted to Trojan condoms about how we provided 16,000 condoms at our 2016 conference and they should sponsor us for next Desiree. I was told they wouldn’t provide us samples for our next conference but, here’s the kicker, “provide us with coupons”.

It has been eating at me ever since!

How the fuck do you not acknowledge that 16,000 condoms were given away at the largest sex worker conference in the US?

How the fuck does one of the lead condom makers not acknowledge that sex workers purchase their wares en masse?

Yeah, if I see 1 motherfucking Trojan condom at our next conference, Ima gonna:

1. Stomp on it with a stiletto
2. set fire to it
3. Poke holes in it
4. Make hand balloons
5. Put a stake thru them and place them east/west/north/south at the far most corners of our space to send a message of fear to their users
6. Berate Trojan condoms at every microphone opportunity I get

#FuckTrojan #CorporateFalsehoods #AlternativeAdvertising

Ho’s are famous for screenshots! Desiree Alliance‏ @DesireeAlliance Apr 5
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@TrojanCondoms We gave 16,000 condoms away at the largest sex worker conference in the US. You should be a sponsor for 2018!
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@DesireeAlliance that’s great – but we can’t provide samples for your project right now. How ‘bout some coupons? http://bit.ly/29YdkBS
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Our conference is in July 2018 and no thanks, we don’t need your coupons but would love samples or sponsorship.
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How do u not acknowledge 16,000 condoms and the sex workers who purchase your wares en masse? I think sw’s shld rethink your products #SW

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Heaux on traveling: The South African edition

I’ve been in South Africa a full 2 weeks and have not posted on this page much. You have to be following me on other social media for any of what I have been experiencing in Durban to enter your lives. Right now I am still in recovery from food poisoning, which I think I earned from eating a steak at Butcher Block on Florida Road, which had far more more blood in it than I would previously stomach. And by far more I mean some blood as oppose to zero. But I think I have learned my lesson to not try and be like real grown people who eat their steak with a little blood in it. Cause uhm, for the first time in my life i was on the toilet pooping and puking at the same fuckin time and I still think i have not fully recovered. I received a bunch of meds from a pharmacist in town today, thanks to my airbnb host for the lift. And it’s still not helping. I want to violently vomit, poop or severly fart on everything. My stomach is pissed.

That aside I have some strength, and apparently just a little cooperation from the internet to type this up. My stomach bloated about six months in front of me, I can tell you some things about Durban off the bat in case you are thinking of coming. In posts to follow, if I get to it, it will be more precise to things I have done and places I have seen.

  1. Durban is the most art deprived place I have ever been. While there is some art here, they are lacking in so much that I do hope I can return and give this potential city something to talk about. The lack of art shows up all around the city. It’s fuckin ugly and there is a reason why. There is a lack of concentration on creativity.
  2. I take previous statements back about White people not actually the majority of people worldwide. They are! And it is blatant as fuck in a foreign country. I guess my idea is to come to a Black country and not only see Black peop[le working and living, but owning. Well, just like NY and the rest of the White washed world, White people own everything. The Kung-Fu studio, White. The bellydance studio, White. The coffee shops, yes, all White. Unless of course, you go to the hoods of Durban, something I do not recommend without a guide. Then you see everything Black. And it is as dusty as China Town in any neighborhood in America. Crowded, dirty, and has everything on the cheap.
  3. The womens asses are huge and admirable. The men are the ugliest I have seen. Safe to say if I do indeed decide to relocate here for a while, my pussy will be dry to the touch. Cause they are meh at best. It’s a fun fact that I think most men are ugly and I am pretty sure I’m a raging lesbian, so there’s that.
  4. Also, the make up and wig game here is like seeing a bad make-up job on a corpse. I swore I wasn’t going to put this on here, becaue I thought, how rude. But for the love of fuckin God, can someone do some color correction and wig tutorials for these women? I am not saying I am the greatest at this because I am not. But it is really bad out here. Like reeeeaaaallly bad.
  5. The beach  has been my best escape and my point of gloating to those on the east coast who only dream of walking to the beach. I literally can, and have and it has been fabulous. Though getting into the water is tricky as there is no beach culture here. Meaning, there are no lockers to lock up your things. And the beaches barely sell things that are helpful like sun tan lotion. You should come with a buddy and or a car. And if all else fails you can watch the water and sip cocktails at one of the many restaurants which sit right by the beach.
  6. Food can be cheap but you need to know where to shop. WoolWorth’s is expensive. Superspar is reasonable. And veggies/fruits here are seasonal. So don’t get your hopes up abut mangoes in April.
  7. The dollar is worth almost ZAR14 here. A cheap meal can be as low as 80 Rand here. Do the math.
  8. I find most things here I am not interested in buying. Unless they are house goods and some adornments. MEH
  9. Getting your grooming done can be reasonable. Just stay out of the malls, where the prices are “real”. I have some info on places to go just in case you visit.
  10. Hotels are no longer inexpensive like it was last year. The prices have gone way up, some $20 plus dollars depending on where since last July when I was here. Shop wisely whether it be airbnb or hotel. And there are tons and tons of hotels and lodges about town and hostels as well.
  11. There is a water crisis. My airbnb host failed to tell me about the water issue here until I arrived. So from about 9p-6a on a daily there is zero to limited option to use water. But doesn’t seem to be the entire Durban just in more suburban areas. It is not happening near the beach or hotels.

See heaux do more than suck dick and talk about sex. Whatdayanno!

BH

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On the missing girls in DC: there has not been an uptick in human trafficking

I hate to get myself involved in a media induced panic. While I know that Black lives really don’t matter and how we treat Black feminine bodies greatly differs than how we treat White feminine bodies, I couldn’t help but wonder; ‘WTF’ when seeing the stories flood my newsfeed on the missing girls in DC and how no one is saying anything about it.

So I read up on it a bit. And I wondered; are they missing or leaving home? This comes from me being an avid runaway teen myself. And then I read the Sex Trafficking Fear headline and my eyes rolled a bit too much. I can’t with this shit. One gem of a line in mixing of the missing girls and sex trafficking: “As The Free Thought Project pointed out on several occasions, some of these traffickers have been caught in DC–and some of them have been cops.” Seems like we need to be looking in our own backyard. But we won’t. Cause cops get to do what the fuck they want.

One of my favorite colleagues and whore mothers then posted another link to clarify the fear induced, sexual hatred of the media which makes some incredible points:

  1. Missing person cases have been declining
  2. A large percentage of missing teens are leaving home voluntarily
  3. They aren’t minimizing when saying there isn’t an uptick. They just want to be transparent and input it out so everyone can see.
  4. 95% of cases in 2017 have been solved.

Moral of the story: Cut the bullshit. Be mindful of what you read and post. The media is as ill-informed as most of the jackasses out there spreading propaganda and fear. The media loves to stir up shit for clicks and giggles.

As stated in the piece written here: http://foxbaltimore.com/news/local/dc-police-no-uptick-in-human-trafficking-missing-person-cases-declining “One person missing in DC is one person too many.”

BH

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Why Ashton Kutcher must be stopped

here is a repost of a piece of writing about trafficking’s #1 fan boy. the man himself who sits around and watches child porn (he said it): ASHTON KUTCHER. lord help us.

http://wearyourvoicemag.com/body-politics/ashton-kutcher-tears-anti-trafficking

What Ashton Kutcher represents for me, as a trafficking survivor, is exactly the problem with the global anti-trafficking movement today: paternalism and the trafficking savior complex.

by Laura LeMoon

(Content warning: child sexual assault, trafficking)

With tears brimming his eyes and a quiver in his voice, Ashton Kutcher testified in February at a hearing before the senate foreign relations committee in Washington, D.C. on child sex trafficking.

He discussed, ominously, how he had recently seen a video of a 7-year-old girl in Cambodia being raped. Search for his speech online, and shockingly, no one seems to have one word of criticism for the actor-turned-crusader. Kutcher, who has been championing the fight against sex trafficking for years now, has received little blowback over this speech — despite the fact that he was caught contradicting himself by (allegedly) coming out of a Thai massage parlor in December of 2015. And, according to his own admission, is somehow getting ahold of and watching what is essentially child snuff porn — and then crying about it to the senate, where he’s praised for his compassion.

Unlike Kutcher, I am a trafficking survivor. I have also come to the sex industry at various points of my own choosing and have worked as an escort, adult film performer and street-based sex worker. My identities and ties to the sex industries are neither cohesive nor straightforward. They are complex and non-binary.

What Kutcher represents for me, as a survivor, is exactly the problem with the global anti-trafficking movement today: paternalism and the trafficking savior complex. As a trafficking survivor attending multiple community based anti-trafficking task force meetings, coalition meetings and conferences on a regular basis, it has become abundantly clear to me that there might be — at most — one other trafficking survivor among potentially hundreds of people at these events. This is precisely why Kutcher is problematic.

If there is anything that third-wave, intersectional feminism has taught us, it is that representation matters. Why does it matter? Because without representation, access and inclusion, we are only reinforcing white male patriarchal supremacy. The key to dismantling these hegemonic systems of oppression when you are an ally to the cause and not a survivor is to step aside. Give up your platform and be willing to challenge your personal relationship to power and privilege as someone who has not experienced sexual exploitation.

Being a good ally on the issue of human trafficking means listening, not talking. Survivors are not some abstract notion; we exist. We are not a story for you to rest your ego upon. We are more than just the stereotype and commonly used trope of the Asian massage parlor worker who has no education and speaks no English. In the U.S. it is often English-speaking, educated U.S. citizens who may have been coerced or forced into exploitation by a boyfriend or a parent, or may have been an easy target for sexual exploitation because they are homeless, a runaway youth or a child in the foster care system.

Domestic realities, however, rarely get discussed in anti-trafficking circles in America because white people saving white people is not as sexy and compelling as white people getting to further exercise their savior complex through the racist stereotype of the submissive, obedient Asian sex slave. The savior complex that activists and “allies” typically display is particularly important to be examined through the lens of the white savior complex. It is no coincidence that most of these so-called allies are, in my experience, upper-class white people who seem to continually distance the realities of sex slavery from themselves and reward their egos through the integration of racist stereotypes that they often promulgate as justification for their domination and supremacy in the movement.

Related: Why We Need to Stop Judging the Sex Lives of Sexual Assault Survivors

Survivors are not mythical creatures, fables or symbols for you, Mr. Kutcher, through which to exercise your savior complex. To talk about me as a survivor without including me in that dialogue is to erase my existence. Good ally-ship to support trafficking survivors is about putting your opinions, your thoughts and your values in the back seat while you allow the survivor to tell YOU what is true and what is real. That truth is what really needs to lead our anti-trafficking movement. Not the intellectual masturbation of a wealthy Hollywood actor who is NOT a survivor.

Therefore, you may be asking yourself, “well, if the anti-trafficking movement needs to be survivor-lead, than what specific steps can I take to aid this effort without erasing the agency of survivors?” Good question.

America is obsessed with fetishizing sex trafficking, even though, statistically, labor trafficking is far more common globally. Arguably, this skewed focus that America has on sex trafficking is because of the puritanical “values” of the religious fanatics who invaded this country in 1492 — and the fact that in America, sex is still all about morality, and morality is a huge catalyst for the “justification” these saviors use when getting involved with this cause.

It’s important to keep in mind that sex trafficking intersects with many other social justice issues like homelessness, oppression, institutional racism, economic instability, intimate partner violence and familial abuse and instability. It does not exist in a vacuum, nor is it something that can be — or should be — reduced to a pamphlet. Beware of anyone who says trafficking is either all this or all of that. Given how deeply rooted sex trafficking can be in these other social issues, it cannot easily be dismantled. That must be acknowledged.

If you as an ally want to help survivors of trafficking, that’s great. However, “help” can no longer mean using the backs of actual survivors and their stories as a springboard to stroke your ego and your savior complex. Particularly if you are a heterosexual white cisgender man. Your job is specifically NOT to help by doing, but by undoing.

The difficulty for many in being a responsible and ethical ally to a survivor-lead anti-trafficking movement is that an ally should be personally gaining NOTHING through their activism. In fact, if you are an ally, you should be losing things through your activism; space, voice, recognition, validation, identity and ego. This is precisely why, in the current non-survivor-dominated anti-trafficking movement, I have yet to meet anyone who is not using this cause as a catalyst to obtain more power and privilege for themselves.

It is really up to us as survivors to take back our task forces, coalitions and conferences for ourselves and fight our way back into the center of our own movement. The author of the Anarchist Cookbook, William Powell, has summarized the mission for all of us trafficking survivors moving forward when he says, “power is not a material possession that can be given, it is the ability to act. Power must be taken, it is never given.”

Laura LeMoon is a queer, disabled sex worker, trafficking survivor and writer. She lives in Seattle with her service dog and best bud, Little Bear. 

 

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Random observation

“i don’t like her for a lot less than what she has done to me. I don’t like her more for what she has done to him.”

to be continued…

BH

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Be a part of the resistance

Hey team! Whore School is coming up! Not just a workshop on the business of sex, this is a resistance gathering against the patriarchal upheaval that continuously places women as cattle to be bought and sold, with no say in either direction.

As the anticipation builds, I am being as if I am doing an online class or teaching outside of New York. The answer is, all that is in the works! But first, let’s focus on what is scheduled to happen on Monday March 6th! The event is free with a suggested donation for the bookstore. As of now most if not all of the seats at the venue are sold out. Anyone coming in will have to stand. But I will have a mic in an already tiny space so you will all be fine!

STAND IN SOLIDARITY WITH ALL WOMXN ON INT’L WOMXN’S DAY

March is Womxn’s Hxstory Month. And March 8th is International Womxn’s History day! And it marks A Day Without A woman“recognizing the enormous value that women of all backgrounds add to our socio-economic system–while receiving lower wages and experiencing greater inequities, vulnerability to discrimination, sexual harassment, and job insecurity. We recognize that trans and gender nonconforming people face heightened levels of discrimination, social oppression and political targeting. We believe in gender justice.”

To stand in solidarity, it is suggested that we all wear red on that day. And I have the perfect red product for you that not only supports my effort in teaching this class to dismantle patriarchy, but to support the work of my new organization.

In order to raise money for my organization The Black Sex Worker Collective‘s start up costs (website, promo materials and to organize our first action to help at least one person in our community who is need a month) please consider purchasing one of our Tshirts. It helps support the great sex working community and artist (me) to continue to do this work and educate audiences globally about sex work. This class is a series of classes and workshops intended to not only normalize the trade and the people in it, but to understand the similarities we all have in business and life. I want it to facilitate open and honest discussions about sex work and existing in a sexually suppressed society. This workshop is the basic in a series that will accompany it later in the year and aims to educate those in and out of the trades about labor rights and legalities in adult entertainment.

There is much to learn and much to talk about. Come to the shop, buy some books, some coffee, tea and other treats. And make sure to buy a shirt! I would love if they were purchased in advanced so I would know how much to bring with me on the day of. But they will be available for purchase on the night of the talk. Sizes are limited and so are colors. You can pre-order for the next batch if we are low!

See you soon!

BH

 

 

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Rachel Dolezal is trolling me!

Nah. Matter of fact she is trolling all of us. This counterfeit bitch done went ahead in October and changed her name to the Blackest shit ever. Ladies and gentlemen I present to you Nkechi Amare Diallo, better known as Rachel Dolezal. As one Facebook user put it in a comment: “If you can’t get a job with Rachel on your resume, you damn sure ain’t getting one with a name like Diallo. Sike bitch joke is on you!

You know what is more irritating than Rachel though? It’s her supporters. And it’s these supporters, as I put it in my last piece about this non-apologetic WHITE BITCH*, who insist on conflating her self-hate with that of the rights of Trans people to identify as whatever the fuck they want. In much of the Black community, and rampant in my hometown of Jamaica and a lot of countries where dark skin is a sin (parts of Africa and India to name a few) skin bleaching is a thing. And it’s a thing because of the deep rooted hatred that takes over our psyche. It’s the anti-Blackness rhetoric. Ubiquitous in much of our culture and existence that spans over 400 years of conditioning which causes this. When I see comments accompanying stories on how these people attempt to alter their appearance to fit into the White ideal of beauty, they are excoriated, disgraced and remain poster children of self-hatred.

But, in steps a bitch like Rachel Dolezal.( And this again goes right back to White privilege and racism.) It is a fine example of how pervasive as fuck racism is. So much so that I am starting to wonder if Whiteness really is central to power and the ideal identity to aspire to.) *This blond hair blue-eyed Queen, can try to nap up her hair, brown her looks with bronzer, fuck a Black man, have some half-Black babies, go to an all-Black institution of higher education; sink her teeth in Black art, take positions as a lead in Black organizations, create a Black father in her mind, become the legal guardian of a Black child; lie about being Black, and when she gets caught NEVER apologizes* or thinks she needs to and can’t see the err of her ways. And now the imposter has gone and changed her name to something obviously Afrocentric and still there are people who can’t understand that SHE IS A SELF-HATING MENTAL CASE. Talk about adding salt to a wound!

If you think Rachel Dolezal should get a Black pass but Michael Jackson, Lil’ Kim, Azealia Banks and anyone like them are just damaged souls who couldn’t accept the beauty of their Blackness, well there you have it; the subtle acceptance of your own [internalized] racism and bias. I know, I know! I am now reading The History Of White People so I can better understand this race invention. But in far too many cases White people are allowed to do what Black people not only could NEVER do without consequence (sometimes leading to death) but afterward be welcomed to the barbecue. Oh no, hold up Rachel bitch. You are not invited to this cookout.

Instead of comparing or accepting this woman’s inner turmoil with her Whiteness, she is given a pass. Written about with more delicacy than contempt. As we always give White people and especially *White women a pass when they straight up violate, steal from, erase, refuse to acknowledge and take over everything that is #BlackMagic. We allow White people too much leeway into our personal history that has made us who we are. And while I have known one or two people to make excuses saying that White people are really Black because we all originate from Africa. And they are helping to preserve our culture *eye roll into the fuckin ether* they are just that, EXCUSES. Too many of us are okay with leasing ourselves out to people who do not respect us and who will lie to gain our acceptance. Meanwhile, we dismiss each other for the very same behavior.

I reiterate. Rachel Dolezal’s condition is mental and a sign of someone who needs to find herself and get in touch with and accept her history. Unless she does a Past Life Regression therapy session and finds out that she died 5 years prior to her official birth in this existence, and it said that she was Black, I am gonna need that bitch to go sit at the bottom of the ocean wearing a vest made of bricks. For me, her being involved with and loving Blackness is not the issue. Humans of earth have a vast history filled with beauty and tradition that is astounding and inspiring. But when you lie and ignore the harm that you perpetuated which instills subtle violence within an entire race of people, even after you have engrained yourself in the culture of said people so deeply you HAVE to know their history and how your behavior is damaging to them, but still can’t acknowledge wrong-doing, that is a problem.

This bitch is the ultimate Blackface master. And what she is doing should not be accepted. I am disgusted that she was even allowed to legally change her name. She is not an ally to Black people, she is one of our great enemies. And we should not feel sorry for her because she looks like a lost and pathetic toddler. She is a grown woman with a mental disability rooted in her own hatred. She needs help before she can get our love. We don’t owe that bitch nathin’. And miss me with the racist ass garbage about she has done more for Black people than some Black people. Cause honey I will compile a fuckin list of all the Black people, especially women, that have done far too much only to be disregarded in the face of Rachels. There are far too many discussions on what it means to be Black in the face of women like Dolezal. A better question is, what does it mean to be White? And this woman is the epitome of that definition in modern day history where being Black is a thing.

Dolezal is the type of bitch that makes you think the only way you can hate a nigga is if you tried to kill one. Because her level of hatred is insidious as it appears innocent and harmless because she comes off as likable. Well, honey, I have seen my fair share of Slow Ioris’.

If Rachel wants to be forgiven and be traded in for Stacey Dash (I mean they damn near look the same) then first things first: she needs to understand where she is and was wrong. No change can come before that. Then she can apologize. After that, she can redeem herself by doing work as a White woman who empathizes with Black struggle and wants to be an ally that facilitates change. But as she continues to be a sanctimonious asshole, representing exactly what privilege and racism are about, I don’t need to hear any more defenses for her. No she cannot just be Black because Bruce Jenner is now Cait. But if she can be Black, then anyone who wants to bleach their skin should be accepted as whatever they want to be. I think that’s a fair comparison. The Trans comparison is far off and is telling of how you may truly feel about those rights.

Let’s call this shit what it is, self-hatred and kind racism.

*explains why I called her a White Bitch

BH

 

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